Love Lives Under the Sea

**Just Something to Think About*** Happy Love Month

I sit and watch love pass by, behind a giant glass, like sea things in an aquarium.

Hoping, wishing, that it will circle back around me so I can get a better glimpse this time.

Stretching and craning my neck to get one last view.

Then it's gone.

Knowing I'll never touch it, bound by this glass, I leave the tips of my fingerprints pressed against its coolness.

And my heart yearns.

So.. I sit and watch love pass by, behind a giant glass, like sea things in an aquarium.

It circles, dips, and dives, not knowing its contained, not remembering what it's like to be free.

Quiet and content and oblivious to me.

Why won't it look my way? Why won't it take hold of me?

Why won't this glass crack like my heart does?

So I can jump on love's back

and we could ride off

on a wave

to the sea

So I press my face against the glass to listen to sounds of undercurrent circumstance

And imagine the impossible.

I look up and wonder Why are you there while I am here?

I sit down with damp eyes watching love behind a giant glass like sea things in an aquarium.

And remember

I can't swim anyway

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